Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Skriet,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.